Our first cat, Minou, was a beautiful long haired yellow male, with a hateful demeanor and a tendency to pee on everything.
Of course her solution was to lock him in basket in the bathroom every night.
She kept him for years, until one day he peed on the dining room floor.
That's when he "disappeared."
I was inconsolable, heartbroken.
Soon afterward my mother, however, started up a collection of cat figurines
Most of which she put a case hanging right about Minou's last pissing spot.
(Edgar Allan Poe, eat your heart out)
Anyway, here are some of the freakier denizens of her curio cabinet:
|"The Gift" (from hell?) a butterfly/ cat genetic experiment gone wrong|
|A tiny sleeping |
|An articulated Puss in Boots|
|a trio of ghouls from your worst nightmares|